"But Mole stood still a moment, held in thought. As one wakened suddenly from a beautiful dream, who struggles to recall it, but can recapture nothing but a dim sense of the beauty in it, the beauty! Till that, too, fades away in it's turn, and the dreamer bitterly accepts the hard, cold waking and all it's penalties."
--Kenneth Grahme, The Wind in the Willows
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